Bad habits
After The Last Embrace
🌙 Golden Closure — After the Last Embrace This blog was born from silence. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that aches. The kind that fills rooms with invisible weight. The kind that settles in your chest when grief has no name, when sorrow is not allowed to speak, when pain is asked to stay quiet. It was born from emptiness — from the hollow echo of loss, from the quiet desperation of needing to say something when there were no words. It was born from the need to make space for what hurt, to honor what was gone, to give voice to what had been silenced.
By luz entre lagrimas4 months ago in Confessions
Snaked by my own kind. Top Story - October 2025.
The value of loyalty can not be overemphasized, it is one of those things we all enjoy and which brings us great comfort. Whether it's our parents and how loyal they are to us, or our friends and the commitment they have for us. I don’t know about others, but it's something I value a lot in all the friendships I have because I understand just how important and valuable it is in society. It is also one of those pleasurable gifts we can get from anybody, and de-facto we expect it from everybody we get to interact with.
By real Jema4 months ago in Confessions
Alessia Scita: The Essential Arithmetic of the Heart
I have always believed that wisdom can emerge from the most unexpected places—not just from the hallowed halls of academia or the boardrooms of power, but in the everyday conversations, in the quiet reflections of young people finding their footing in the world. When a young woman, someone like Alessia Scita, shares a piece of her personal philosophy with the world, it invites us all to pause and truly listen. Her observations, delivered with the clarity and directness that comes with truly seeing a truth for yourself, strike at the core of what it means to connect, what it means to love.
By Kate Hydeen4 months ago in Confessions
The Monsoon and the Memory. Content Warning.
July 12 A soft, percussive thud from down the street—the transformer giving up its ghost to the humidity—and suddenly, my world shrank to the four walls of my room, the only light a sickly grey bleed from the monsoon sky. The fan’s lazy whir stuttered and died, and in the silence it left behind, the rain took centre stage. It wasn't the gentle pitter-patter of romantic films; this was a full-throated roar on the terracotta tiles, a relentless, drenching downpour that turned the world outside my window into a watercolour painting left in the rain. Mumbai was drowning, and I was marooned in my third-floor apartment.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care.
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care When I stopped running after them, I finally found me. I used to believe that if I just loved people hard enough, they’d eventually love me back. I thought devotion could rewrite disinterest, and persistence could melt indifference. Every unanswered text felt like a challenge to prove my worth, every canceled plan a sign that I just needed to try a little harder.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore.
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore A Journey from Emptiness to Self-Discovery It started like any other ordinary morning. The alarm buzzed relentlessly, a sound I had grown to hate but somehow ignored for years. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and reached for the phone that had become my lifeline to the world. Notifications flashed across the screen: emails from work, messages from friends I hadn’t really spoken to in weeks, reminders of bills, appointments, tasks, and a million tiny responsibilities. Everything seemed “normal,” yet something inside me felt hollow. That strange, gnawing emptiness had been building for months, but I had cleverly buried it beneath routines and obligations.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Confessions
Letter to the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025-
To the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025- I saw the skinny snot that laughed at you as you walked up the stairs minding your own business and excitedly going to catch up to your friend. I’d just walked past her at the bottom of the stairs as I went up to find a spot on the lawn after having just purchased a shirt. I saw her point you out to her boyfriend and they laughed as you walked up. I was just a few steps behind you but you paused when you reached your friend and I kept ascending. I had thought about what I might say to you as I passed but ended up not saying anything, although in my mind, I had already known you were aware of the laughter following you up the steps as I was hearing it clearly myself.
By Sarah Lynn Jones4 months ago in Confessions
